Behind the houses on the ranch, at the activity grounds, Jiang Lianjian stood upright. Although his stature wasn't particularly tall, his frame was as straight as a spear and as steady as a rock.
The slight hint of discontent on Bubaker's face gradually turned into seriousness.
He glanced at the eight bodyguards, nodding slightly to the one closest to him. This bodyguard immediately stepped forward, performed a simple salute, and prepared to take action.
Jiang Lianjian stepped forward, closing the distance swiftly.
Men like Iron Head, the big guy who was bewilderedly beaten by him at the tavern that day, were a rarity. This bodyguard in front of him wasn't considered tall among the eight bodyguards; at best, he was average. Jiang Lianjian thought there was no need to be overly cautious.
The bodyguards brought by Bubaker were by no means ordinary people; at the very least, they possessed some real skills in Kung Fu.
